The Birth of We

THE BIRTH OF WE So now I see the end, the blinding light, that part of life we seek from our first breath, and knowing my own end is in plain sight, I still look far beyond what's known as death. I'll see you from the stars, where I have gone, out from the sunlight, I will reach your mind, and everything I've been, will carry on, in everything you seek, or ever find. Each morning you awake, each drop of rain; my closeness is each thought you realize; and as your life goes on, through joy and pain, I'll be the flashing of your endless eyes. I've no time for the looking back on me, when everything we are, is yet to be. © Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet